@rinksaint said: i said i'm fine, please just drop it. { for rose from Shane }
"Yeah because that's totally what someone who's fine sounds like. C'mon, what's up?"
Rose knows that she shouldn't pry, that maybe she doesn't really have a right to anymore. They're friends, yeah. Good friends. But she doesn't know what that means to Shane, that if that means she has a right to know private things about him anymore. She crosses her arms, frowns. Well, she doesn't like seeing him upset anyways. Part of her thinks that this is about the guy that he's hung up on. This mystery guy that she's still trying to figure out, but....
"You can talk to me if you want. I'm all ears. That's what friends are for, right? No reason to keep it to yourself."
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@sioraiocht said: [ in the hot tub] are you gonna join me or not ? {Billie for rose}
"Yeah, I was just enjoying the view. Is that a crime?" Rose grins as she pulls off the shirt she was wearing over her bathing suit, tossing it to the side as she walks over to the hot tub. Billie is a sight for sore eyes, beautiful to look at in the light of the setting sun. She steps into the hot tub and settles beside Billie, grinning over at her.
"Stressful day at the club? Or no?" she asks, leaning over to press a kiss to her cheek, a hand moving to gently brush a piece of hair out of her eyes. God, Rose has got it bad, but she's honestly the happiest she's been in a while. Why didn't she explore this side of herself sooner? Maybe it was fear, apprehension, both. It's hard to say. "C'mere. Let me rub your shoulders."
So, heâd struck out at the butcher shop, and very likely with the lads altogether. That was to be expected, of course...he couldnât assume that he would be taken back in with the snap of his fingers. It would take time, if it was to happen at all. Time, perseverance...and likely a lot of ass-kissing.
His next visit was likely to be as fruitful as the first, and perhaps altogether worse.
It was a decidedly better part of town that heâd eventually found himself. The distinct shift in classes was truly visible now that he was looking at it with a clear eye. The streets he used to roam paled in comparison to the pristine houses he approached.Â
that boot camp had taken a lot out of her. she was... okay, she supposed, but still. she couldâve had the most stamina out of anyone in the world and that rigorous three day torture session wouldâve still winded her a bit. with all the work put into the evaluation performance, she felt like she deserved a little fun.Â
to the bar!
drinking alone isnât fun though, and of all the other royal girl trainess, the only one who had seen her get ridiculous and wasted was rose. she was also one of the older ones among the other girls so she didnât feel like it was inappropriate to ask her to come along. it made sense to ask her, plus it would help them bond a little more like they always said they wanted to but somehow never got around to it.
âyou. weâre going for somaek. maybe noraebang if we get drunk enough. youâre free, right?â it was pretty assertive, not even a request really, but shiah was slightly - slightly - desperate to have a drinking partner here. hopefully rose said yes. otherwise shiah was about to feel pretty embarrassed.Â
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It came like a storm sometimes, his mind being hit by a wave of memories...of just about everything he had found himself plagued by in death and it was these moments in which he found himself drifting entirely like he could no feel his feet on the ground or see anything around him.The difference now was, it brought hunger and the original found himself almost breaking the table his hands had grasped onto as to not allow all of this to control him. He could handle it. Or at least that is what Elijah found himself repeating.Â
~ a brief and probably singular dip into the vampire trope for halloween
~ word count: approximately 800
~ fluff i suppose??
Youâre terrified.
One would think youâd come to that conclusion earlier, but it hadnât occurred to you to be scared of Rose before. Perhaps when you met her, you could feel the modicum of apprehension that your body couldnât help but feel in her presence, but never fear. Even when she divulged her secret with you, there was nothing but that bright-eyed fascination you had for her.
But for once, you tremble slightly with unshakable fear.
Because youâre here, and youâre at the mercy of a vampire who could be older than your great-great grandmother for all you knew. Because she has a hold on you, magnetic and enthralling. Because for all the things she told you, all the hunger and the ravaging and the blood, youâre still perfectly content to stay by her side. To be in her arms. Youâre terrified, yet you make no move to stop her as she brushes a hand against your cheek, careful and chaste.
âIâm sorry -- I just donât know how to say --â
âBe calm, love. Thereâs nothing to worry about.â she assures, voice soft and tender with warmth that sends chills down your spine. Thereâs a part of you that hates that she probably knows the reaction you have to her, but another part of you that shivers at the thought that she knows exactly what she does to you. For you. You donât know if youâre anxious or excited about the prospect of her using that knowledge to her advantage.
Sheâs assuring you for the wrong reasons though. Youâre not scared of her anymore. You know, so positive about it that you feel it in your bones, that she would never intentionally do anything to hurt you. Do anything against your will. Sheâs the paradigm of patience and self-control, and she doesnât scare you anymore.
What scares you is you. The way your stomach twists in disappointment every time she pulls away from you. The way you long to pull her back. The way you bite back a sigh every time her hand meets your skin and it isnât anything less than perfectly respectable. You worry about you, and the fact that there is a monster in your midst, exercising the epitome of control, and that you are here, wishing that she wouldnât.
âAll you have to do is tell me what you want.â she breathes. âIâll do everything in my power to fulfill it.â
âAnd if I say I want you to kiss me?â
The silence that follows your request is poignant, and if not for the soft, yet sharp, intake of breath rose makes, you would have thought she heard you at all. Impossible, you know, given what she is.
The statement is phrased as a question, but the weight it carries and the way you looked at her, glancing at her through your lashes, tells her that it wasnât some folly hypothetical.
âIf you did,â she licks her lips. âThen I would do my best to honor such wishes. Your wish is my command and all that.â
âEven if I told you Iâve never done much kissing before? Youâd be one of the first.â
Youâre egging her on now, and she knows it too, if the brief frown that flashes across her face is anything to go by. Impatience makes a temptress out of you and you canât help but hold out the offer of corruption to her. To display your supposed pureness with high hopes that she would taint it. Though you were terrified of yourself and the rather frightening feelings you had for the other girl, you couldnât help but try your best to push her over the edge.
âThen I would ask you how. How would I go about doing so to make sure I am doing it right by you.â she says, and your breath hitches in your throat. That wasnât quite the answer you were expecting, and suddenly your chest is swelling with more emotion that you can handle.
âI am asking. â you say, soft enough that it would be impossible to hear, but she does. She always hears you. âNo ifs. No hypotheticals. Please kiss me.â
In that moment, she gets impossible close. Her forehead rests on yours, and you can feel her breath mingling with yours. Her hand is on your waist, and you know, with absolute certainty, that she can hear the sound of your heart about to race out of your chest.
âHow? Please teach me how to kiss you, love.â
Perhaps she wasnât expecting the fervor in which you pulled her into you, but the faintest of gasps was heard passing through her lips before they were pressed firmly against yours, and you couldnât help but thrum with the pleasure of knowing you were the one to bring that reaction from her.
Your stoic beauty, the one who always took you by surprise instead of the other way around, rendered shocked at the turnaround. At the eagerness shown from her innocent darling. At the fingers that wrapped in her hair, and the sudden realization that you had her wrapped around your little finger, and that you were getting exactly what you had wanted.
